want a bite?

** Can you make fatty eat more than his fill of Easter chocolate? **

Like = Small chocolate

Reblog = Medium chocolate

Accurate guess of my current weight = Large chocolate egg

Can you overfeed this fatty come Easter Monday?

Oldie but a goodie ;)

For everyone that remembers The Biggest Loser where contestants would regularly lose huge amounts of weight every week, I feel I am on The Biggest Gainer.

I am also now officially the heaviest I’ve ever been in my life, so from here on out, I’m entering new territory. Despite this being regains, I cannot believe I have gained over 35 pounds in a month.

I’ve got 15 pounds to go to hit my goal, which doesn’t sound like much considering what I’ve gained so far, but the 35 pounds I’ve put on have hit me like a freight train lately 😂 This upcoming week may be more of a maintenance week to allow me to adjust (I’m still pushing for a gain but may be a significantly smaller gain).

i'd love to be constantly in the kitchen for some beautiful foodie, experimenting and playing around to make the most tasty dishes for them to eat -- steaks, pies, cookies, pastas, and lots of variety to keep their tongue happy and belly full!

i always have some kind of fresh baked good on the counter, it's so hard not to help themselves! of course, i save a couple treats to pack with us when we run errands or go out, i have to make sure they don't get hungry on the way and always have something yummy to chew on

it's no harm that i sneak in some extra cream, butter, grease or sugar into all of my dishes, right?

it isn't long until their tummy fills out pleasantly and presses against their t-shirts and waistbands. i should know, i'm the one who rubs their belly every night to help all of that heavy, homemade food digest and redistribute into soft fat <3

i know their guts are greedy for it -- to be filled -- eager to glorp and gurgle and digest and pile on dozens of hard-earned pounds to their belly, thighs, tits, arms, chin, until all of their hard edges have been plumped away. it must feel so good...

but since I have no dick and he has no womb, my only choice is to push extra food onto his plate, order him double what he asks for in the drive through, insist on getting him the largest size in every drink he has, always offer up dozens of donuts, trays of cookies and brownies, and tins of cake anytime he wants. rather than watch him swell up on my seed, I can tilt that coke bottle back to his mouth when he thinks he's finished, and watch that gut bloat up in front of me as he guzzles down a whole 2-liter, mindlessly shoveling fries and pizza and burgers into his mouth. and then when his clothes have gotten too tight from all his unabashed gluttony, and when we go out in public and our friends and family stare in shock at the protruding belly he's grown, we'll stand there in front of the mirror while I rub his stuffed gut from behind, and he'll whine: